All-Night Stakeout – less than 300 words

All-Night Stakeout

By N. M. Sirett©

ALL-NIGHT STAKEOUT

I’ve been keeping tabs on the Oswalds with only a family pack of peanuts and three cans of root beer. But there’s plenty of patience in my cool box. And I’ve got all the luck in the frigging universe stuffed inside a single pocket. They’ll slip up soon. And I’ll be the trailblazing ‘Demon-Catcher-of-the-Century’ when they do.

            Tonight, Ziggy Forsyth, the Oswald’s neighbour, is putting out crowded bins in the adjacent driveway. It’s all unabashed trashcan clamouring and jet-streamed, rogue-litter fretwork with this chump. Whenever the wind blows, there’ll be empty egg roll cartons all over the Oswald’s front yard.

            I wait it out, draining all three root beers. Nothing but an orgy of empty nutshells nestled in the corner of my ransacked snack bag. My binoculars dig into the bags beneath my night-shift-ragged eyes. My eyeballs are two pressed flowers. Dry and flat.

            Something stirs. Aggravated curtains jerk surreptitiously at old Forsyth’s mess and misdemeanours. It wont be long now until one of them Oswald folk emerges from behind secret doors.

            It’s a dark and lonely street, so far south of the main town. I bet them Oswalds won’t even bother with a quasi-human suit tonight – just to tidy the lawn. Or maybe they will, cos the devil don’t like shitting on his own doorstep.

            They’ll come outside real soon. And I’m ready with a God-given weapon right here in this seeping, sticky pocket, full of Liquid Stars, Divinity Balls, and Dark-Matter Fusion Packs. First chance I get, I’ll use it all. Now that’s worth an all-night stake-out.